Freya From Witches Of East End นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Then, a yellow glittering light formed between her palms; she guided the yellow glow to the padlock, which unlocked effortlessly. My mouth hung open in disbelief. Then Aurora laughed. "That was one of many kinds of magic I learned when I lived with the witches a long time ago." "They wanted to get their charms back, but since they kicked me out, it was only fair that I returned the favor." Our laughter echoed through the narrow hallway, and she took my hand in hers, her eyes dancing in amusement. "Come on. "Let's get the hell out of here." I followed her out of the cell and into the hallway. By the time we stepped into the hallway, it was already packed with vampires in their familiar red c

I would endure this for her, I would endure anything for her. So I drank, and I suffered, and I prayed to the moon goddess that it would be enough to save the woman I loved. I tried to control the pain as I held on to Freya's hands, my claws digging into her soft skin. The witch's power was like a living thing, clawing at my insides, trying to tear me apart from the inside out. "Why is her power attacking me?" I asked through gritted teeth, my voice raw and hoarse. Sersia's glowing grey eyes met mine, ancient and knowing. "Freya has the rarest traits of the most powerful witch," she said. "Her power is reacting to the substance she consumed, causing it to lash out at you."

A wave of nostalgia hit me as I remembered the first time I helped Freya back in high school. The frail little teen who had been a victim of vigorous bullying was long gone. She was now a powerful woman that many would think twice before trying to mess with. Even Derek, the boy who had once been one of her many tormentors, was now weary of Freya and her powers. It showed just how far she had come as a witch and as a person. And I couldn't be more proud of her. "May I come in ladies?" A knock sounded on the door followed by my father's strong voice.

“Is there something else I need to know?” “Yes, I haven't mentioned why witches are on the run and getting killed,” she murmured with a rather horrified look. “We are running from the Reaper.” She exhaled deeply. “Reaper? What does that have to do with this?” I questioned. “The Reaper hunts and haunts witches. If I'm correct, Frey is a witch.” “What? What do you mean, she's a witch?” This even gets more and more complicated. “The coven witches can bring more clarity to our situation.”

He was worried too. Freya was the only daughter of the woman who was known as the strongest in the Exorcist Dragons, and she was the only descendant of the Exorcist Dragons. If something were to happen to Freya, that woman would rush to West Yukon and end it in a bloodbath. However, just as Freya Mayer was about to consume the antidote, Alex shouted, “Don’t consume it!” Freya Mayer was startled for a brief moment. “What’s going on?”

“Several years after the white witches were freed and the packs began to grow is when Freya was born. Freya was half witch and half wolf.” “What?” “Yes, Haley. You have witch in you. Freya’s mother was a white witch and her father was a wolf. Freya happened to take on her wolf traits over her witch traits. The rest of the story you know.” “What happened to Freya’s mother?” “She died in the attack that killed her mate along with her father. Witches tend to look young and Freya’s mother kept her powers hidden. That day she revealed her true self to help the pack and she was hurt that her pack had turned on her so quickly. Her mother’s death is one of the many reasons she was angry at the moon

A wave of nostalgia hit me as I remembered the first time I helped Freya back in high school. The frail little teen who had been a victim of vigorous bullying was long gone. She was now a powerful woman that many would think twice before trying to mess with. Even Derek, the boy who had once been one of her many tormentors, was now weary of Freya and her powers. It showed just how far she had come as a witch and as a person. And I couldn’t be more proud of her. “May I come in ladies?” A knock sounded on the door followed by my father’s strong voice.

He didn't even smell a hint of a dominant rank on me. "Freya Dalton. I'm here for the executive assistant interview," I said, my voice sounding braver than I felt. The guard tapped his screen, then froze. He blinked, staring at the terminal, before his posture subtly shifted, straightening out. He looked back up at me, a flicker of confusion passing through his eyes. "Elevator bank D. Take the private lift straight to the top penthouse floor."

Before Alejandro can speak…I open my mouth to talk. “I am Fiona.” I reply and she smiles at me. I am Freya. She replies and I gasp. Freya is the name given to someone who is a destined speaker for the gods. No one can take the name Freya except she bears the mark of the dark wolf. I cannot believe that I am standing in front of her right now. It is absolutely unbelievable and shocking all at the same time. I don’t know what to say next and she slowly smiles at me.

“Hey bitch, you’d better have this same energy when I take you again, or I’ll do you while watching him take your daughter. The little girl screams. “You know they’re going to be the first to go right?” Freya says with a menacing growl. “I know.” I mindlinked Gael that it was now or never and to use the trees to get around the spells and charms set by the witch. “How will I know where you are?” “Follow the screams.” I cut the mindlink and shimmied down the side of the building. I got as close as I could to the one holding the little girl. The look of sheer horror on her face made my blood boil. He held her up by her arms and was trying to fondle her private area, while she kicked and screame